I Hope You Know. . .

. . .this means war!

Wouldn't an all out attack on the critical computer systems of the United States government by foreign entities be tantamount to a declaration of war?

Yes? No?

Or does the mandate of "smart diplomacy" not allow for such minor trivialities?

Can't you see that Obama is busy trying to control the temperature of the planet? Leave the poor man alone and forget nuclear winter. 2 degrees celsius is where it be at, yo!

While our dear leader fumbles the ball in Russia, smart diplomat Shillary Clinton meets with ousted Honduran egomaniac/socialist Manuel Zelaya, and Obama's off-limits daughter sports political fashion propaganda at a global warming/climate change/highway robbery meeting, there are evil forces at work in the world who would like to see America crumble.

In my unfortunate opinion, I believe America has already begun to crumble and it has started at the top with Obama's neophyte administration. It's all down hill from here folks. And for those Bush haters who continue to pile on the man, I have several choice words for you nutsacks, but I'll keep it between the lines by saying only this:

It's all Obama's problem now. The crazies of the world sense weakness and there is nothing more that stark-raving-mad lunatics who operate closed-door, totalitarian, cultist societies love more than weakness. And Obama has certainly played his limp-wristed and weak hand to the world. Over and over again.

So, any bad turds that come down the pipe are surely to lay at the feet of Obama.

If you clicked through all of the links, you will see that I connected you, ever-so unfortunately to the Daily Kos. I don't normally do that because it is a festering pusbucket filled with left-wing baby killers, but on occasion it's nice to stop by and see how the amoral "other side" is living.

At the end of that dissertation of the Honduran situation, the author couldn't stand not throwing in some racism charges against the Honduran Foreign Minister who referred to Obama as a "negrito."

Let me 'splain something to you lily-white sacks of shit who hide in your mother's basement and only take your red-rubbed peewee out of your hand long enough to chalk everything up to racism in feeble attempts to protect our illegitimate president.

When I lived in Central America, I was initially taken aback by comments such as that, the cutting nature of the sound and the way in which it was used. But, after time, I realized that it was simply a way of life and an accepted way of speaking.

If you were fat, they called you fat. ¡Hola gordo!

If you were skinny, like I was (and I stress was) I heard, ¡Que pasa Flaco!

On occasion when the local horndogs in a bar would spy a particularly attractive, but darker than the average brown woman, they would call out, "¡Oiga, Negra!"

Or perhaps it was about the black man who worked at the local ferretería (hardware store) who was an expert flooring specialist. "No, no usted tiene que hablar con Guillermo. ¿Guillermo, el viejo? No, Guillermo, el negro."

William the old man? No, William the black man.

Everyone was fair game and there were no hangups about calling someone what they were in jest, in reality or with a vicious swipe to hurt. That was their human nature and they don't know how lucky they are to not be suffering under the weight of extreme political correctness as we are here in the USA.

Although, I did feel a pang of guilt when one local guy with a slightly deformed face would come into our hangout and the crowd would cheer with a welcoming, "¡Hola feo!"

Hello ugly.

But through a sly, toothless grin he would reply, "¡Hola carepichas!"

Hello dickfaces!

This is the real world and even you monkey-spanking, basement-dwelling dweebs need to toughen up. That goes for you too, Obama. The clock is ticking.